[Intro: Stat Quo]
Yeah, huh, y’know what?
I’m always hearin’ that life’s a bitch, y’know what I’m sayin’?
But, that’s one bitch you gotta live wit
And I ain’t tryna get a divor’
Shit, I ain’t leavin’ her ‘til she ready to leave me
Ya feel me?
[Verse 1: Stat Quo]
Born a cell mate, day late, dollar show
In and out of court, Mama fightin’ for child support
Broke as fuck, every bill late in the house
Started grindin’, tryna find a way up out
It’s rough when you doin’ it alone, I was influenced
By them niggas out slangin’ them stones, young and foolish
Me and T. Jones used to pull capers
Breakin’ niggas cars and crib to get paper
Hit it with no chasers and I acted with basis
Police would chase us up and down apartments, huh
Now you in the car with dark tint
Your life is taken over bullshit, damn, you missed
Mu graduation, the day I got signed, I could feel you
It’s like you’re all off on my mind, how could they kill you? (Ugh!)
Life ain’t long enough
Fate came and took a real motherfucker from us
And that’s fucked up
[Hook: Stat Quo]
The poor get poor, the rich get richer (Ugh!)
My back against the wall, I’ma rob me a nigga
And that’s the way the shit be (Woo!) (Yeah)
That’s the way the shit be
Don’t bother worryin’ about it, it’s the way it is
Life’s too short, the struggle too long (The struggle too long)
Today, you’re hear, tomorrow, you’re gone
And that’s the way that shit be, yeah, ugh
Don’t bother worryin’ about it, it’s the way it is
[Verse 2: Scarface]
Street life’s dangerous, it ain’t no thang for us
To ride on strangers that’s not in the gang with us
Don’t feel no pain and ain’t no changin’ us
Straight up real, homie, ‘cause that’s how it came to us
Two light words spoke the struggle to sell dope
You’re rockin’ for profit, tryna come out this Hell hole
Money and fast cars’ll come up for certain
For niggas that flash hard but closin’ they curtains
Got homies in jail now, stumbled and fell down
Ones who was known snitches, yeah, they don’t come around
We stick to the basics, ain’t playin’ no games here
We come from the ghetto, ain’t sayin’ no names here
The cold of the streets, the heart of the beast
Won’t amount me to fall victim ‘cause I gotta eat
And I got a baby now that I gotta feed
This is the lifestyle that I gotta lead, when the-
[Hook: Stat Quo]
The poor get poor, the rich get richer (Ugh!)
My back against the wall, I’ma rob me a nigga
And that’s the way the shit be (Woo!) (Yeah)
That’s the way the shit be
Don’t bother worryin’ about it, it’s the way it is
Life’s too short, the struggle too long (The struggle too long)
Today, you’re hear, tomorrow, you’re gone
And that’s the way that shit be, yeah, ugh
Don’t bother worryin’ about it, it’s the way it is
[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
I’m a [?], means a lot, one is all I got
‘Cause if I get got by the Reaper, blow on his reefer
Takin’ me deeper, it’s to keep a life that is
There’s a price to live, understand me
One day a drawer, 364 days of bullshit happenin’
What’s gon’ happen? Stretch bills up (Bills up)
Pressure’ll get ya, the way you wanns kill yourself
I paint that picture, squeeze
Barrel in ya mouth, swallow the shot
The frame dropped 6 feet deep, ya flesh rot
And that’s real talk, on that ass
As the sands keep fallin’ through the hour glass
The hour glass
[Hook: Stat Quo]
The poor get poor, the rich get richer (Ugh!)
My back against the wall, I’ma rob me a nigga
And that’s the way the shit be (Woo!) (Yeah)
That’s the way the shit be
Don’t bother worryin’ about it, it’s the way it is
Life’s too short, the struggle too long (The struggle too long)
Today, you’re hear, tomorrow, you’re gone
And that’s the way that shit be (The way that shit be), yeah, ugh
Don’t bother worryin’ about it, it’s the way it is
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